Saturday, Pam and I took a long overdue first trip up the Pacific coast of the San Francisco Peninsula. On the Bay side, there’s a densely populated urban world; on the tip is San Francisco…  and on the Pacific side, its an entirely different scene. It is so extremely pastoral, I felt I was hundreds of miles away. Then I’d look at the mountains to the east (which make access to this area difficult), knowing that just a few miles away, traffic jams and road rage and blaring car horns were the norm.

At the end of the peninsula… back in San Francisco.